Passage

I’ve got a good lover
It’s his place to make me cry
Fist in mouth, heart in hands
I’ve got a good father
It’s his place to make me die
Fist in mouth, heart in hands
I’m coming
My wall of flesh is falling
Prepare my cell, I’m coming home
Now I’m coming
I’m ripe and writhing
So I’m coming
With my fist in my mouth
Now I’m coming
I’m ripe and writhing
So I’m coming
I’ve got a good lover
I’ve got a good lover
It’s his place to make me cry
Fist in mouth, heart in hands
I’ve got a good father
It’s his place to make me die
Fist in mouth, heart in hands
I’m coming
My wall of flesh is falling
Prepare my cell, I’m coming home
The road
My path
The tunnel
My great ascent
The light
His warmth
My flesh beneath his holiness
I’ve got a good father
My soul face down on the butcher’s floor
I’ve got a good father
From the way you loved me